Fiphel - Who Am I? lyrics

[Monologue: Fiphel] Fiphel It's this new name I'm going by and nobody knows what it means Nobody knows who I am Sometimes I have to ask that question myself… Who am I? [Verse 1: Fiphel] I'm just an average guy, looking so dapper and fly In my jacket and tie, unleash the rapper inside Shatter the sky, what does it matter if I tackle a guy And shackle his thighs, flick him in the face like I'm tapping in time? You can't code, but keep laughing at mine So why don't you try on my pa**ion for size It's just a matter of time, before they bash on my rhymes For making magic their minds just can't fathom ‘bout half of the time [Monologue Cont.: Fiphel] Now I love to have fun with my rhymes But sometimes I get kind of stupid and start saying some weird stuff that I don't really mean Then I've gotta come back around, figure out what it is that I actually want to say [Verse 2: Fiphel] I feel like my life is pa**ing by in a flash That's why I've gotta utilize the time that I have To design every last, little line in my raps That I have in my mind but can't find how to grasp When I'm in a casket I will finally relax But till I'm done dying, resigning my craft Is not an option, still I can't rhyme for a crap Why do I keep swinging when I'm blind as a bat? It's in times like these that I wish that I could relapse And go back to the times when I was writing these raps As MPD, when I could lose my mind in the track And didn't have all these rules that keep holding me back When I convinced myself that everybody hated me And depression fueled my pen unabatedly It was unhealthy, well, debatably And the rules only help me to grow creatively But what is it worth to just write without reserve? Craft rhymes second, spit my thoughts first? I guess the gra** is always greener on the other side But if someone told you I was happy now, somebody lied [Phone Conversation: Fiphel and Skyscape Paradise] Hey Fiphel! Hey, what's up? I hear you're trying to make music again! Yeah, I'm just finishing up this here EP Seems legit! But we've all been wondering... Where'd you go? What happened? ”Where have you been?!” [Verse 3: Fiphel] I'm glad that you asked Life became gritty and I had to adapt I took about a year off, I sat and I basked And freaking bathed in the glory of the magic of rap I went through a phase I haven't actually pa**ed But I chose to move on and I haven't looked back I am not who I was, every facet of that Old me has been revamped and hasn't relapsed But practically nobody cares that Patrick is back What is he, just a pen writing crap on a pad? Just a body with a brain that's a fanatic for rap? Just that kid you used to know, a little blast from the past? Man I'll run across country with a hatchet and matches and mags Yeah, I've got a habit of attacking the track And it's hard to imagine all the pa**ion that's packed In this one little man who can't manage to grasp The fact that to be a man he has to tackle his task And if he doesn't he'll be gasping in gases and acid and ash!